THIS ISNT BAILEY STEPSIBLINGS RELATED BUT CAN I HAVE A SMALL DRABBLE (NSFW) WITH CAMP COUNSELOR ETHAN

THIS ISNT BAILEY STEPSIBLINGS RELATED BUT CAN I HAVE A SMALL DRABBLE (NSFW) WITH CAMP COUNSELOR ETHAN LANDRY FUCKING READER<3THANKS LOVE YOU POOK

I STARTED TO MAKE THIS A FULL FIC SO IF U WANT IT LMK BUT HERE'S A SMALL DRABBLE

for some reason, it makes it so much better, knowing that if either of you were caught, you would lose your hard earned title of counselor. ethan continuously reminded you of that fact just a few minutes ago, whenever he was poorly attempting to restrain himself as you kissed at his neck and urged his shirt over his head. all it took was you asking if he wanted to continue, your hands at the button of your shorts, and he was nodding, completely forgetting about anything outside of this room.

the way he fucked you expressed all of the hormones and feelings you'd both been keeping pent up the entire summer. you both had sex multiple times the week leading up to leaving for camp, but working with your boyfriend, watching him chop wood and work lifeguard duty, had your mind racing.

in truth, you both were going to end up in this position anyway, it's a miracle that you made it all the way to the last night.

when he finally got to fuck you, ethan fucked you passionately, from the way he fingered you, to the way he had to physically pull his lips away from your cunt. he'd moaned into your juices, his eyes closing softly before reopening to present you with the bambi eyes.

when he finally sunk into you, his cock wrapped in the condom that you made fun of him for bringing, all concerns or smart-mouthed quips faded from your lips and brains. his pelvis meeting yours with each thrust, his cock sinking into your tight walls, curving perfectly to hit the spot that ethan had purposefully memorized with the intent to please you as much as possible each time. your sensitivity made the first round last shorter than either of you intended, your legs lifting, ankles interlocking behind ethan's back, your nails scratching at his shoulders and the nape of his neck. ethan was so lost in the feeling that you almost had to beg him to kiss you, your voice whiny and in a pitch that would be embarrassing if you weren't so lost in it yourself.

it was so hot in the cabin, and deep in your brain you were still worried about the dish duty you would be on tonight, and the solo bathroom-cleaning duty that you had tomorrow, and of course you were worried about the nosy kids running around outside of the cabins, but when ethan's fingers found your clit, giving you fast and tiny circles, the only thing you could remember was ethan's name.

your body shook as you came, your voice cracking as you slapped a hand over your own mouth to keep your noises quiet. ethan wasn't long behind you, cumming inside with a few twitches of his cock and a long sigh. the warmth made you twitch too, and your arms opened to allow ethan to collapse on top of you. a few moments passed, your nails gently scratching and massaging ethan's scalp as both of you attempted to catch your breaths enough for one of you to speak. you did first.

"think you can convince chad to cover for you in the morning so you can help me with bathroom duty?" you could feel ethan smile against the crook of your neck.

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based on this and this video :)) this is fluff supply before remarried empress au part 2 is posted~

a part of gojo's love entries

satoru had always thought... you were the perfect mother to his child.

“ma...!”

your baby boy, with his white hair and blue eyes full of innocence, was crawling towards you with all his might, and you were on the other side of the bed with open arms, ready to accept him.

“yes, baby, you can do it!” you cheered, a permanent smile on your face, completely adoring satoru’s mini-him as he tried to reach you.

you really are. after all, you were the girl of his dreams first and foremost, who then became the woman he had sworn to protect forever.

“just a little bit more! aww, my baby is so cute!”

...but hey, since you were his wife above all, weren't you supposed to take care of him too? these days, you seemed to spend all your love on your son… and spared him unamused looks whenever he tried to bed you!

satoru observed as his little baby made his way towards you with visible excitement, totally capturing your attention fully. narrowing his eyes in analysis, he devised a plan.

and so, right before his kid could reach you, he immediately went over to your side, scooped up the baby and pecked you in the lips.

“oh—! satoru!”

“don’t i deserve mama’s attention too...?” he asked, eyes pleading sadly. “hmm?”

“—? waah!” but before you could react to his sneak attack, your baby son was so startled that his eyes filled up with tears. in that moment, he wrenched away from his father's grasp and hurriedly crawled towards you, seeking comfort in your arms, and you hugged him.

“there, there...” you almost laughed at this exchange as you patted his little back, sending a wink at satoru. “poor baby, what has papa done to you, huh?”

satoru pursed his lips in response, directing a slight glare on his baby, who was suddenly calm and smiley as he was smushed against your bosom, looking at him with those wide eyes—as if flaunting his victory.

the little fiend, he thought. i’ll show him!

“listen you...”

and half an hour later, he cornered the boy against the wall, trying to assert his position.

“we need to share mama. you're taking all. her. time.” satoru emphasized, eyeing his baby with narrowed eyes. the boy looked back at him with clear disinterest, merely blinking.

satoru huffed righteously. “you gave her severe tummy ache when you were still inside that i had to stay up to soothe you, and now when you're out... you monopolize her love! how is this fair? what am i left with?!”

baby blinked, leaning inquisitively towards him.

“do you understand me? i need my wife bac— gyaaah!”

you literally ran out of the kitchen when you heard satoru’s sudden yell, thinking something had happened. “satoru! what’s wrong—”

only to arrive at the scene of the most amusing sight imaginable. your husband was on the brink of panic as your baby, with a vengeful expression, chomping down on his nose.

“he ate my nose! help! HEEELP!”

plsss do fem!reader getting a call from ethan!ghostface 😩 could be smutty or maybe 16+!! also ur writing is so good wtf

ahhh thank you so so much i'm glad u enjoy it! i rlly liked this request :)) this is SUGGESTIVE 16+ but not smut

Sometimes, truly, if you sit in silence for long enough, you start to consider that maybe you aren’t the best person, morals wise. 

You have your good qualities: helping old ladies cross the street, dog sitting for your friends, helping out sick relatives, doing good deeds without having to be told so. 

But the one bad trait, the one you were currently indulging in, seemed to outweigh everything that was good about you. 

Allowing some sick joke between you and your boyfriend to continue. 

As soon as Ethan switched from his usual, saccharine sweet voice, to the raspy, demanding tone of Ghostface, you should’ve told him to knock it off. Seriously. Not with that light, airy tone in your voice that showed how easily persuaded you are. 

But you couldn’t help but let him convince you to continue. Plus, you could’ve pretended that you hated it. Instead…

“Isn’t your line supposed to be: ‘What’s your favorite scary movie’?” 

Ethan, or Ghostface, chuckled. 

“See, you know the rules, sweetheart. Now, what’s your favorite scary movie?” 

You took a second to think, fiddling with the half completed puzzle that you and your roommates have been working on at the coffee table for two weeks now. 

“Probably Get Out. Does that count?” 

“Is that the one by that comedian, Jordan Peele?” 

“Yeah. It’s not really that scary, which is why I like it, but the plot and storyline is horrifying enough.” 

Ghostface hums and you decide to take a leap. 

“My boyfriend likes those traditionally scary movies, with the jumpscares and excessive gore.” 

He takes the bait. “Boyfriend? You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.” 

“You didn’t ask.”

You take a seat on the couch, your eyes glancing over the window. Briefly, you considered drawing the curtains, but then Ghostface continued to speak. 

“Hm, maybe I should’ve. Does he treat a pretty girl like you right?” 

“Yeah, yeah, he does.” A beat. “How do you know I’m pretty?” 

“Because I’m looking at you, sweetheart.” 

Your breath hitched. You should have known as much, but just considering the possibility is one thing, having it confirmed is another. 

Attempting to play it cool, you stand to your feet and approach the window. “Really? Because I’m calling bullshit.” 

You pressed your face to the glass and used the hand that didn’t hold your phone to your ear to shield your view from the light inside of your apartment. You scanned the streets below, the windows across from yours, and anything else your eyes could reach, but you couldn’t see anything. It was late, there wasn’t much activity in your complex, and the streetlight that previously illuminated your section of the complex was still out. 

Ghostface chuckled condescendingly. “There’s no point in looking. You won’t find me.” 

Stepping away from the window, you surveyed the apartment. Nothing there, save for the organized mess left by yourself and your roommates. 

“But you can trust my word. I see how delicious you look in that little number. That tight shirt, those tiny shorts. Looking like a whore, begging to be fucked,” he spat the last bit as if the words were venomous. "maybe gutted," he toyed with the idea, “your boyfriend know you walk around like that?” 

Your eyes met the cameras in your apartment, the ones that your roommates decided were needed in this big city. You’d never been more thankful to have them. 

“He does,” you took a seat on the couch again, propping your feet up onto the coffee table and positioning yourself to where you could be seen by the camera. Your legs crossed, and you ran a hand along your thigh. “And he loves it. If he could see me right now I bet he would be cumming in his pants.” 

There was a hitch in his voice, barely noticeable, but there. 

You took his hesitation to spread your legs and trail a hand down to the waistband of your shorts. Your eyes flitted up to the camera, you smiled softly, lifted your hand in a wave, then stuck it into your shorts. 

“You said you’re watching me, right, Ghostface?”

Sleeping prank | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Nick pranks Chris and Y/N while they are sleeping.

Warning: None.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

PS.: I know I posted a Matt x reader just some hours ago, but I just watched the triplets' vlog in Texas and had this idea, I've never written so fast 😫.

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Nick walked towards the double bed closest to the hotel room's door, their vlogging camera in his right hand, while his left hand held a bottle of lemonade.

He slowly approached, raising the camera so that the lens caught what was on top of it, or rather, who. Y/N and Chris were still fast asleep, both covered by the fluffy white blanket.

The girl was lying on the left side, that is, closer to Nick. Her head was lying on Chris's right arm, using it as her personal pillow, while the boy's left arm was around her shoulders covered by one of his t-shirts.

The only visible parts of the couple were their heads - which were practically on top of each other - and Chris's bare shoulders and arms that were slightly shivering from the Texas cold. Unfortunately, the room's heater didn't seem to be able to combat the coldness completely.

Nick couldn't see, but he was sure their legs were tangled under the blanket. He joked that when they slept together, they seemed to melt into each other with how close they were.

As the oldest triplet got closer to the bed, the camera was able to capture the small snores that came out of Chris's half-open mouth and the soft sighs that escaped Y/N's nose, both sounding like a lullaby to each other.

Nick pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to contain his laughter as he anticipated the couple's reaction. He loved playing pranks on them both, especially when they were sleeping.

"Chris, do you want a sip? Y/N?" Nick's voice sounded low behind the camera as the lens captured him, raising his left arm, the bottle entering the frame, bringing it closer to the couple's faces.

Chris, being a light sleeper, woke up seconds after. He lifted his head slightly as he tightened his arms around Y/N, pulling her closer - if that was even possible.

That movement woke up Y/N, or almost. The girl opened her eyes slightly, keeping them in a thin line, exhaling through her nose before closing them again, seeming not to register Nick in front of her.

"Hmm?" The questioning sound escaped Chris's throat. He turned his head from side to side slowly, trying to understand what was happening, his messy hair falling into his eyes.

"Do you want a sip? I think Y/N must be thirsty, too." Nick continued, his cheeks turning red from the effort he was doing while trying not to laugh.

"What, Nick?" Chris's voice sounded for the first time, the hoarseness making his words almost intelligible. The sound made Y/N open her eyes again, this time a little wider.

She lifted her hands, which were previously under the blanket, and brought them to Chris' ones in front of her body, intertwining them, shivering at the contact of her hot skin with her boyfriend's cold one. A sound of discomfort left her lips as she finally noticed Nick in front of her, holding what looked like a bottle. She quickly closed her eyes again, feeling too tired for whatever that was that Nick wanted.

"It's lemonade. Do you guys want a sip or not?" Nick prevailed, moving the bottle closer to their faces.

"If you drop that on me... I'll kill you." This time, it was Y/N's voice that sounded, equally hoarse and tired from the previous day's filming with Sam and Colby. She only opened one eye this time, looking at Nick but not really being able to focus on him, her vision blurred by sleep.

"It's lemonade." The standing boy spoke again, letting out a low, almost imperceptible laugh. He knew he would get yelled at when the couple actually woke up.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Chris responded, stretching for a few seconds without letting go of Y/N's hand, pulling her closer against his bare chest and burying his head in the crook of his girl's neck, exhaling the natural scent of her skin.

"Go away, Nick." Y/N spoke again, finally closing her eyes completely with the comfort of her boyfriend's body heat against her own, a happy sigh scaping her mouth.

They both fell asleep again within seconds, as if nothing had happened.

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Extra - comments:

"the way they sleep so close together, being all cuddly and everything 🥺"

"Chris and Y/N are such couple goals"

"I've never seen a cozier bed in my life 😫"

"dear Santa Claus ✏️📄"

"I want a boyfriend who cuddle me while we sleep like I'm going to run away at any minute 😭"

"Nick is a real pest LMAO"

"Nick holding himself back from laughing behind the camera 😭"

"Chris and Y/N's sleepy voice 😔"

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My asks are always open. Feel free to send requests or anything at all!! 🩷💋

Dancing with Ghosts: A Bucky Barnes x Latina Reader Story

The city lights of New York twinkle outside the window of a cozy apartment in Brooklyn. It’s a quiet night, the kind where memories and whispers intermingle with the cool breeze. Bucky Barnes sits on the edge of a weathered couch, his metal arm glinting under the soft glow of a lamp. Next to him, you, a vibrant Latina woman with eyes that sparkle like the stars, lean against his shoulder.

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Recollections and Revelations

Bucky’s voice is a low murmur, filled with stories of a time long past, of battles fought and friends lost. You listen, your heart aching for the man who carries the weight of a century’s worth of ghosts. But there's something about your presence that lightens his burden—a warmth, a spark that he's been missing for so long.

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Dancing in the Kitchen

“Te gusta bailar?” you ask, a playful smile curling your lips. The words are like music, a gentle reminder of the culture that pulses in your veins. Bucky’s blue eyes meet yours, a mix of curiosity and affection in their depths.

You take his hand and lead him to the small kitchen. The radio crackles to life, filling the space with the rhythmic beats of salsa. You sway your hips, moving with a grace that leaves Bucky mesmerized. Tentatively, he joins you, his movements stiff at first but gradually relaxing as you guide him.

Laughter bubbles between you two, filling the room with a joy that feels almost foreign to him. The scars, both seen and unseen, seem to fade away with each step you take together.

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Cultures Collide

Bucky watches in awe as you cook, the scents of cumin, garlic, and peppers filling the air. Your abuela’s recipes, passed down through generations, bring a piece of your home into his. He tries to help, chopping vegetables awkwardly but earnestly, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Así,” you say, showing him the proper way to dice an onion. His clumsy attempts are endearing, and you feel your heart swell with affection.

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Finding Solace

Nights like these become a haven for both of you—a place where past traumas are soothed by the simple acts of dancing, cooking, and being together. Bucky finds solace in your embrace, in the way your cultures blend into something uniquely yours.

You teach him Spanish, the soft roll of your accent like a balm to his weary soul. He stumbles over the words, but you’re patient, your laughter always ready to cheer him on.

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A New Chapter

With you, Bucky learns to live again, to find joy in the small moments that make life beautiful. You are his anchor, his light in the darkness, and together, you write a new chapter—one filled with love, resilience, and the promise of a future where neither of you have to dance with ghosts alone.

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As the night deepens, you both sit on the fire escape, wrapped in a blanket. Bucky’s arm is around you, holding you close. The city below hums with life, and for the first time in a long time, Bucky feels at peace.

“Gracias,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“For what?” you ask, your voice soft.

“For showing me how to live again.”

And as you look into his eyes, you know that this—this moment, this love—is worth everything.

ok so BIMBO READER!! x ethan landry

ethan is a bit of a natural soft dom to her. her being airy in the head she never knows what to do!! so say someone in the group (or core fucking 4) asks her a question she looks over to ethan and is like uhhhh?? and he swoops in for her. or if theyre in big crowd (like in the train station scene) hes always behind her with his hands on her hips leading the way because shes in her own little world.

CRYS BIMBO READER X ETHAN R SO CUTIE PIE

MHMMM

and she knows that if she tried just a little bit harder, if she allowed herself to think for just a second or two more, she could figure out what chad meant by his simple question. but the thing is, she doesn't have to think for herself. not when she has ethan. it's a little concerning and borderline annoying to the others that she has to rely on ethan like a translator, but like :((( if he's there for her and willing to do anything (literally anything) for her, then it would be rude to count him out and do things herself, would it not?

and he's always keeping a hand on her waist and stuff not just because she doesn't watch where she's going and she gets lost easily, but also because of those tiny little skirts she wears. especially when they're on the subway, and it's so crowded and all ethan's possessive little mind can conjure up is ways that someone could attempt to touch what's his so he's standing behind her, keeping his hands on her waist. which not only keeps her steady, but it also gives him the chance to keep her protected, the two standing flushed together.

she's none the wiser to the reasons behind his protection in a moment like this. instead, she's complimenting people's outfits. "oh, e, look! it's the pretty flower dress from that one movie," she's turning around to face him, just her head because the rest of her body fits so snug and comfortable pressed against ethan like this. ethan can't help but watch her pretty glossed lips when she says, "what movie is it from again? something with an 'n', about a season, maybe?"

and ethan simply says, "midsummer. remember?" and her lips make an 'o', her head nodding and she grins.

"yeah, i remember!" she goes to turn around, but not before ethan presses his lips to hers once, and then presses his lips to her neck twice. she giggles, leaning back into his touch even more, and ethan casts an angry glare to the guy to the left of them who's been staring a little too hard.